carawen (carawen) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-01 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: carawen, kink: drug/alcohol use, remus/harry |
LMOM '08: The Card Series: Nine of Clubs (1/31)
Title: The Card Series: Nine of Clubs
Author: carawen
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Harry/Remus
Kink(s): drug/alcohol use- well, a hangover, anyway
Challenge: LMOM '08
Word Count: 610
Notes: I'm going to attempt this, and I even have sort of a plot to string all
together, in theory. We'll see how well I actually manage.
While cleaning out my grandfather's house, I came across something that I know wasn't his, and can't figure out why he had them, but ended up giving me a structure for this story. What I found is Gypsy Witch Fortune Telling Playing Cards. It's a standard deck of 52 cards, but each one has a special 'fortune telling' meaning on it as well. The cards are laid out in radiating circles to tell fortunes, which is why there are references to near and far. I think I'll leave the readers to decide distances as they feel. Each bit of story will be it's own card, which brings us to part one:
Nine of Clubs
The park foretells a new love when very near; if distant,
false friends.
He's not quite sure how it happened. He remembers going to bed (very alone) the night before, so why is there a warm body now plastered against his back?
The arm slung across his stomach is nearly hairless, but the hand attached to it is well formed. A stray image of the night before, that hand confidently wrapped around his cock, makes itself known.
He eases out of the bed, sure his face is flushed. He looks around for the bed clothes he knew he's put on the night before, but they're nowhere to be seen. He crouches down to open his trouser drawer when a flash of pain across his lower back prompts another memory. His own hands clenching his headboard, while the very same hand from his first memory and it's mate gripping his hips tightly as he's fucked from behind...
He grabs the first pair of trousers he finds and pulls them on, forgetting about the rips all over them, including the one that traces along the bit of skin where his ass and his thigh meets. A jumper tossed over the dresser a few nights before and a worn pair of loafers complete the ensemble.
He's just pulling the door shut behind him when he sneaks a glance at his bed mate.
"Harry?"
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Harry stops feigning sleep after Remus slams the door shut behind himself. He'd been surprised the night before at how poorly Remus has held his liquor. He'd expected a werewolf to have a higher tolerance. It seems he'd gotten the man too drunk the night before, as he gave no indication of remembering what had happened between them. Next time he would watch how much they both drank.
It isn't long before he hears cooking sounds drifting up from the kitchen, prompting him to get up. A search for his clothes proves as fruitless as Remus' earlier search. He must have too much power into his spell the night before, usually the clothes just fold themselves on a nearby surface.
Luckily though, he and Remus are the only ones staying at Grimmauld Place, and there's no one to see his naked run to his own room.
Harry deliberately chooses an outfit not meant for seduction. His jeans are a size too big and several inches too long, being old hand-me-downs from Ron, and his sweater is too bulky to highlight his upper body. Hopefully Remus won't go running as soon as he steps into the kitchen.
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Remus sits nursing a cup of tea. It had taken him some time to recognize his symptoms of a hangover, something he'd sworn never to do again a number of years past. And yet, for some reason he'd let himself get drunk with Harry. He's sure that at least was consensual, even if he's not sure about what came after.
A noise from the door catches his attention, and he blinks up at Harry.
"Hey," Harry says softly as he sits down across from Remus.
"There's more tea," Remus says abruptly as he stands. He takes his own cup as he heads to the door.
"Wait," Harry calls, pushing his chair back. "Can't we at least talk? We've never had a problem doing that before."
"I'm not much in the mood for it today," Remus replies, not turning back.
"But-"
Remus lets the door swing shut behind him before Harry can say anymore. Not wanting to return to his room, he instead retreats to the study, a small room off the library with, most importantly, a lock on the door. He finishes his tea and lets memories of his first and last hangover come back to him.
tbc tomorrow in Six of Spades